Prologue

Every day is a new day.  Here is a censored follow-up – some personal details are not relevant to the rest of the world.

Today, I am more or less fine with a lingering cough and laryngitis (The sign from G-d: You’ve been speaking too much.  Time to be quiet. Hence, I write.)

My son…is quite pleasant to have around on his own.  He learns English on the computer more or less independently.  He helped me shop at the supermarket. (We saw a new item – fresh beef (kosher) imported from Poland.  The elderly woman next to me at the counter raised her eyebrows, looked at me, and said “Poland?”  Shrugged and walked away)  We bought him shoes (the old ones had a hole worn through each big toe).  He solves math puzzles on his own while I step out for a coffee date. Has no problem spending the afternoon reading books.

Today, happily, the husband and wife were on the same page.  We joined forces against the ….  NAME took the information we shared and only tried to convince us that we needed to do something else.  And even tried to say that we weren’t sure of what we had decided and we still ought to reconsider.  We said (jointly!) that we are quite sure of what we want right now and asked if she was willing to help us with it.  NAME said, more or less, time is up.  Let’s talk about it again next week?

I had a lovely afternoon with my daughter alone baking a chocolate cake that has spinach hidden inside.  And she even ate one piece of it.  We walked in the light rain together down our street to her gymnastics chug.  I love the lights on the trees on Emek Refaim – like giant flashes of rain falling down the trees.  That morning, I had a flier on my car that I was parked illegally in a place I have parked for a few years saying that it is actually sidewalk and if I continue to park there I will be fined, signed by the municipality.  I even saw a man who sort of looked like a meter maid looking at cars.  But for the rest of the day, I saw many cars parking there and no more signs.  Am I delusional?  Following.

The children went to bed peacefully. (Holding breath)

The husband and wife resume the discussion.  We agree – this…was not for us.  We think what to do. We come with some ideas.  It is I who will make the phone call to the person we know who also works there.  It is I who will call….  It is I who will reach out to….

My husband, poor guy, got sick the next day.  But he still made Shabbat dinner and set the table.  He came with me to the congregation.  He helped take care of the kids, and he tried to play with them as much as he could until it was very clear he needed to go to bed.

I took the smaller ones today to Shabbat lunch at my husband’s uncle’s house in a neighborhood near ours in Jerusalem.  He is Orthodox and his daughter and her family who joined are Orthodox too.  Their three youngest (of five) were there.  Amazing, intelligent, warm, loving people.  Our conversation starts as it usually does: Inquiries into my rabbinic duties over Shabbat, what is new at the congregation, how many members are in the congregation, What is the difference between Reform and Conservative?  Reform believe that G-d is a human invention, right?  (no, that’s humanistic or secular) What is Shira Hadasha – Conservative or Orthodox?  I always promise to bring the Reform platform and go over it with them.  The division of the Jewish people into “secular” and “religious” as a fictitious and erroneous division.

In conclusion, I go back to my conclusion of the previous blog.  I write this knowing a good number of men who love peace.  But that brings to another thought before the congregation – The Northern American organization for Reform Rabbis (the CCAR) just published a survey showing that male rabbis still make much more money than women rabbis on average in the same positions. I wonder: Do my male colleagues feel invested in doing something about that?

Here is the conclusion I wanted to add to the last blog’s conclusion:  As I think about it, we must also remember that most of the wars in the world are driven by men.  ISIS is led by men.  Syria, the battling groups within Egypt, Hizbolla, Hamas, all led by men.  Anyone know a war/aggression being advocated by a woman?  Imagine if every country or entity was run by a woman.

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2 Responses to “Prologue”

  1. Robbie Smith Says:

    Good to hear! Glad your feeling better! Robbie

    Sent from my iPhone

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  2. benjaminsperberblog Says:

    Dear Rav, protect the voice…yes, a few memories including snow on Emek Refaim…and a serious parking ticket. I ate at Cafit many times. Was shomer shabbus and davened at gimmel (Orthodox) and aleph Asher (Kol HaNeshammah). Long walk from the Inbal on Jabotinsky (know the shortcut on Yiskhak Elkhanan). Be safe.

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